You steer clear of checks and stripes. You don’t box your body in with fences, penned and caged but keep your limbs free of grids and rules and lines to follow, tracks to restrict, constrict. You let the wind waft colour washes marbled like winter sunset skies, flimsy floating fluid fabrics to kiss and caress your skin. You like to be nearly naked Wearing shadows, reflections. Beautiful Young… iko Buy This at Allposters.com 0...
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How I feel in Australia In Australia, I feel so relaxed I could sit in a tree and read, So free I could swing from a branch like a child, So happy because the sun shines on me and I am near the sea, So warm because only need light clothes and the sun dances on my skin Like kisses. In Australia I feel like singing, and spinning like a child being an aeroplane. Here I can talk to like minded friends who never judge me or require anything of me other than I am myself. Here I can sleep without...
Read MoreSometimes fewer words are best. Erase the ordinary write only extraordinary. Sacrifice the rest. Thoughts must simmer first mull overnight only write when word bubbles burst and each word’s right, exactly the amount for every word to count. Then send it off to the Bright Lights! Water Bubbles… Buy This at Allposters.com 0...
Read MoreMay in the blossom-dropping garden, pug barking at butterflies, – orange tip blinks of sunshine, blue wings of hope and melancholy climbing the purple lilac mountains. Someone’s sweeping. Bees drone in the pear tree. Petal snow falls scatter on grass new mown. Distant church bell’s chiming three. Contentment. Of all the places there are to be, It’s here in the garden, the dog and me. Wooden Bench… Jay O’brien Buy This at Allposters.com 0...
Read MoreBlack Sea Girl, ice maiden carrying in your face a glacier’s frozen wave, pale as sand on unknown shores you hypnotised with those cool blue eyes. You were an extraordinary babe. Different, controversial were your flaws and as you grew, you flashed magic power into men’s souls, their eyes earthy autumn leaves in pools of mud in which you shed tears of pearl till someone loved you for who you were not the fact you were the first blue eyed girl. You trekked your whole life, you...
Read MoreSuch a lovely day, the waitress says. Pretty down arrived in the night feathered the branches, quilted the grass, hushed the birds, cushioned the road so the cars wear slippers. Carefully we tread, scrunching, slipping, printing white patterns with the soles of our feet, stars and stripes and spirals. Our faces fridge chilled, ears tenderised, we wrap skin, like parcels, hats pulled down, scarves pulled up, eyes tensed against the glare. Can hear distant shrieking of children on sledges. The...
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You’ve heard of the mouse man I expect. If you watch programmes on antiques his name is mentioned from time to time. Whatever he made, a chair, a table, a piece of ecclesiastical furniture, he would always carve a mouse on it somewhere. But he wasn’t the first craftsman to do this. Be a time traveller. Small as a moth you are, that finds its way into the cloisters of a great Norman cathedral, to watch those who carve the first decorations on the dressed stone where no decoration has...
Read MoreHere I can be — dog pug dog I, in among the leaves and undergrowth to identify dogs who have passed by the dogs I know and the dogs I don’t. It’s not a game this rootling the trail we leave each other. It’s knowing my place on the map of dog landscape. Here I am not being a hot water bottle, or someone to talk to instead of the furniture, someone for a loner to stroke or throw a fluffy pink rabbit to. Nor am I watch dog, alarm for strangers and visitors for her whose...
Read MoreI will trot beside you In the woods of lost lives. I will sit beside you When you think of lost loves. I will lie at your feet When you wait for sleep to come. I will rejoice and squirm and wag my tail When those you love return. I am your slave, I have no will but your’s. I feed when you command And come when you call. I will stay leashed and led Though my heart aches for a mate and I shall watch head on paws When at last you have your’s. Faithful… Buy This at...
Read MoreI have a little dog and it is a little pug and it has a little cough for a bark, bark, bark. When I take it for a walk it pulls me off my feet and I have to run all the way to the park, park, park. Pug Buy This at Allposters.com 0...
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